Get In The Bus For Job Interview - Hottie

Marcus revved the engine. “Seriously, man. It’s gonna rain. Your hair’s too good to ruin. Get in.”

She nodded slowly. “The #42?”

Then he shook his head. “Can’t.”

The man—let’s call him Jay—hesitated. His interview was at 9:00 AM. Corner office. Marketing director for a boutique firm that had “disrupt” somewhere in its mission statement. He’d prepped for two weeks. He’d ironed his lucky tie. He’d rehearsed answers to “Where do you see yourself in five years?” until they felt like scripture. Hottie Get In The Bus For Job Interview

“Can’t?”